Year: 2002

Tired of masturbating on the subway? Want real love? Real sex? Do you and your lover wanna make a baby? Well, here’s some Adventure Gear from Liberator, making it all a wee bit easier (Thank you, TobyJoe for the link). Rated level 6 on the work safe scale. 10 being “you’re fired”.

We see it ALL the time. It happens to me. I hate it when it does. Usually Toby pops it back in. My question is this, do you tell a stranger? Do you tell them it’s hanging out? Do you politely put it back where it belongs for them? What should I have done about…

Images from yesterday and this morning.

It’s nearing 8 am. I am waiting for Toby to get out of the shower. I haven’t left for work yet. The river is a blood brown. (I won’t make you go through a description). I took a picture and once I’m reunited with the download cord, I shall let you see for yourself. Nifkin…

Here are some more pictures. Zippity doo da day.

Mass transit is on my side this week. A twenty minute commute, so nice. And it’s so nice out. I want to travel. Today I may take a long lunch and go to the bookstore. I might even peruse plane tickets to LA. (Though the idea of flying is still horrifying, enough valium could kill…

Songs about farm animals. GO!! Ain’t no one here but us chickens” by Richard Berry, Louie Louie. Louis Jordan (I think) Horse with No Name by America

Here are a few pictures. You may yawn. I did. Yep. I need to run into more chickens and naked people.

I must stop spending money. Ouch. I just returned the rental car and all those hidden charges surprised me. But it was worth it. The trip was worth it. I need to remember we paid nothing for hospitality. Dropping so much money at once shocks me. Though rent has been paid, bills have been paid,…